Healing Through the Gym

How I Moved the Pain Out of My Body? A blog for the woman who’s lifting more than weights she’s lifting grief, anger, heartbreak, and becoming stronger than she ever imagined.

I didn’t go to the gym to lose weight.
I went because I was tired of crying on the bathroom floor.

I needed somewhere to put the pain.
Somewhere that didn’t require me to explain it.
Somewhere I could sweat it out, shake it out, scream it out without saying a word.

The gym didn’t save me.
But it gave me somewhere to save myself.

There’s a kind of grief that doesn’t have language.
The kind that lives in your hips, your jaw, your chest.
And until you move it, it stays there.
Buzzing.
Tightening.
Blocking everything that wants to flow.

So I started showing up.
Even when I felt heavy.
Especially when I felt angry.
Especially when I wanted to text someone I had no business texting.

And slowly, my body started to shift.
And then so did I.

I started taking my power back.
Not because I looked different in the mirror.
But because I was keeping a promise to myself.

I was showing up when no one else was.
I was moving toward the version of me who wasn’t waiting to be chosen.
She was choosing herself.
Rep by rep. Step by step. Breath by breath.

Now, the gym is more than a routine.
It’s a ritual.
It’s where I meet my resistance.
Where I move the energy that doesn’t belong to me anymore.
Where I remind myself: I don’t have to hold it all.

Journal Prompt:
What have I been carrying that I’m finally ready to move through?

You don’t need a perfect routine to start.
You don’t need to know what you’re doing.
You just need to show up for the you that’s been waiting to be moved.

This isn’t about aesthetics.
It’s about alchemy.

Let the movement become your medicine.
Let the gym become your grounding.
Let your body lead you back to yourself.

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